AN: Right, this is the last chapter of this story, whichc feels a bit sad, but there might be more, with the eleventh doctor, the lone centurion, the impossible girl and the man who can't die. i don't know, but it feels as if it should be.

Now, thanks to the reviews, this has been a wonderful four days.

"Doctor?" Amelia asked, well, more like mumbled in her sleep, and Jack froze. The Doctor. The Doctor whom had left him behind, and whom also was the reason that he couldn't die. He had to be, right?

"Amelia," Jack said urgently, gently grasped her shoulders, and shook her. "Wake up!" Jack guessed that he should have been more worried about the fact that his daughter, the youngest of them, had been sleeping outside all night than about the Doctor, but Jack didn't care. He had waited more than a century for answers.

Amelia woke up.

"Dad? You're not gone!" Amelia cried and Jack was reminded that he had gotten blown up while talking to her. Amelia's arms were suddenly around him in a vice-like grip. He had forgotten how strong she was.

"Yes," Jack managed to get out with great difficulty. He was sure that if she ever came up against a weevil, hope not, she would just strangle the weevil and go and play with one of her friends.

"He said that he'd be back in five minutes. Where is he? Has he come? Is he downstairs? Eating fish 'n' custard?" Jack felt hopeless, and when the door downstairs opened he felt even more hopeless.

"I always said that when I met him again, I'll punch him. Would you help me with that, Amelia?" Jack asked, and censored the story a bit. He himself usually didn't do that, but Amelia's mother, whom had died because of... he couldn't remember how, hadn't wanted him to tell her that until she asked about it herself, which Jack hoped would happen very soon. He had a lot of good stories, and according to Alice, his other daughter, his reasons for not getting pregnant were very good.

"I don't think that I would punch him, my punches aren't that good," Amelia said, and inwardly, Jack agreed. Her slaps were very effective though, and she knew which spots to hit if it all came down to it.

"Don't be silly," Jack says, and this is a very nice, white lie. Those are the best, according to Jack, since there is little chance of anybody getting hurt. Amelia glares at him. "Okay, so I'm the silly one. But you could use something heavy, right. Just swing it around and hit him," Jack says with a bright smile. This was something that Amelia's mother surely wouldn't have appreciated.

"I know! A cricket bat!" Amelia smiles, and Jack is sad, because of the hell that Amelia is going to go through.

Amelia goes through four psychiatrists (why the hell do you become a child psychiatrist if you can't handle getting bitten once in a while?), before her aunt gives up.

Linethingie.

Amelia has always been good at drawing, and uses that skill to draw drawings of the Doctor, who doesn't look like Jack remembers him, but he pretends that the Doctor looks exactly right, because what else is he supposed to do?

And while Amelia is doing that, she even did a very pretty police box, not to talk about the doll, her aunt is always in the background, talking on that blasted phone.

One day, Jack accidentally breaks it, and, whoops, forgot his cell back in Cardiff, so now she has to go out and buy a new phone to be able to make that very important call.

When Jack finally meets the Doctor again, he's very disappointed that the Doctor can't fix him.

When he gets the chance, a year after actually meeting him again, he asks if the Doctor crashed into a little girls' garden.

He hadn't.